Pilgrims

Elena sought the knowledge that would tell her truth. But when she uncovered that mystery, how she loved to turn back time and pretend she never had sought it in the first place. What if she had to give up that power that gave her self-meaning and purpose so that she could fulfill her destiny? Was power and self-identity enough to find true happiness?

Elena Moretti has always lived by the rules. Raised in the wealthy, devout heart of Rome, her life is governed by faith, family honor, and the unyielding rhythm of the Angelus bells. But when Rev. Matteo Romano returns from Paris to serve in her Trastevere parish, everything she thought she knew about devotion and desire is thrown into question. Matteo is calm, refined, and seemingly untouchable — yet he carries a quiet fire, a dangerous intensity that Elena cannot ignore. Their connection begins with fleeting glances, subtle touches, and whispered words that blur the line between spiritual guidance and personal temptation. Each encounter pulls them deeper into a forbidden spiral, challenging Elena’s beliefs, igniting desires she has been taught to suppress, and threatening the lives they’ve carefully built. As their clandestine bond strengthens, Elena discovers that desire is far more consuming than faith, and Matteo begins to confront the tension between duty and passion. But in a city steeped in tradition and scrutiny, secrecy is fleeting, and the cost of indulgence is devastating. Sacred Obsession is a story of forbidden longing, dangerous temptation, and the consuming fire of a love that defies rules — a tale where passion and faith collide, leaving hearts exposed and fates uncertain.

They say sin is a choice but they forget to tell how it's first desired. This is a collection of forbidden tales where temptation wears many faces and happens behind closed doors; the warden, the motel, twins, clinic and the most secret places you least expect. Sin takes place where they desire and if you can't control your desire, you join the cult. Each story burns differently telling its own side, every secret creates another. Together they form the creed of the cult. Enter the cult. Leave your conscience at the door.

My wife booked plane tickets for the whole family to travel over the Thanksgiving holiday. On the way to the airport, I suddenly noticed that everyone had a number floating above their head. The number above my wife's head was 60 years. Above my parents' heads and mine, it showed only six hours. As I wondered what the numbers meant, I looked through the car window and noticed the driver in the car beside us had only six seconds left. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... The moment the countdown reached zero, a speeding semi-truck slammed head-on into the car next to us. The car exploded into twisted metal, and debris flew everywhere right in front of my eyes. People around us screamed and cried for help, but I couldn't hear a thing. My whole body was trembling. Because six hours later, our flight was scheduled to take off.

Yvayn is beginning his Anointment Journey now that he’s reached the age of manhood. As the son of the emperor, he must journey to the neighboring empire and meet his allies. Yvayn had lived a secluded life and now he is thrust upon the world in which his life is forever changed by events foretold in forgotten prophecies that were buried by former clan leaders and religious zealots. His world comes crashing down around him as events unfold from evil machinations that begin to destroy his world around him. Yvayn also finds himself lost and wandering into the lands of his mother and befriends his relatives under a new name. He confronts bias and judgements against him by protecting his family from a hostile lion then befriends a lost and injured wizard and decides to take him back to his home. Meanwhile Yvayn’s guardian tries to find Yvayn. Termas decides to return home when he befriends a young girl named Cai. He returns to the capital city and begins to build an army to defend the city from the evil forces that are quickly coming. He follows them into one massive battle where everything seems to fall apart from an even larger enemy. He has to fight against old clan enemies as well as religious zealots to try to keep control all while admitting that he lost Yvayn somewhere on his Anointment Journey. This is just book one of three.

My husband promised we would spend Thanksgiving with my parents this year. Right before we left, he looked down at his phone and frowned. "Damn it. I forgot to change the delivery address again. Your parents' gift basket went to Cassia's place." I stood in the entryway with my fingers frozen around my scarf. For three years of marriage, Roman DeLuca had never removed Cassia Vail's address from his shopping apps. Whenever I asked him why, he always said the same thing: "Cassia and I grew up together. She’s basically family." The Italian espresso machine I wanted went to her apartment. He said her old machine had broken anyway. The sapphire bracelet for our wedding anniversary was signed for by her. He said asking for it back after she opened it would look petty. The sunflowers and baby's breath he promised me on Valentine's Day ended up in her hands. He said she had already put them in a vase, and he couldn't give me secondhand flowers. This time, I had reminded him for two weeks. The Thanksgiving basket had a low-sugar pumpkin pie, nut-free cookies, and a custom low-sodium turkey roll for my father. I had chosen every item myself. It still went to Cassia. I kept my voice steady. "Drive over and get it back." Roman's face darkened. "She already signed for it. What do you want me to do? We'll pick up wine and pastries on the way. Same thing." "It isn't the same. Get it back." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Elena, can you stop turning every little thing into a family trial? No one makes things awkward like you do." Every time something meant for me ended up with his childhood sweetheart, I asked him to get it back. Every time, I got some version of the same answer. I stopped arguing and watched him slam the door behind him. A few minutes later, I wiped my tears and texted my attorney. [Happy Thanksgiving. Please draft a divorce agreement for me. Thank you.]